--Have been doing some cleaning tonight, like the sink, some hand-washable glassware and assorted cat stuff. Have cleaned the cat carrier, the light purple catbox, and one of the cats, Calliope. Both cat and I have recovered from that water-soaked, squirmy, unhappy process. My hands are all like pruny and like the cleaning-fluids have leaked into my hands. Must get to lotion; must rub the lotion on the skin.
--Did much running around yesterday, so have been fairly wiped out today. So hazy and so needed much, much coffee.
--Speaking of coffee, saw some of Off-Beat Cinema last night that was "doing" Reefer Madness. It's not quite MST3k, but it has some possibility. It came out in 1997 from Buffalo, which amuses me as I was trolling the java joints in Buffalo and upstate Binghamton in the '90s. Here's the link if anyone's interested. http://www.offbeatcinema.com/ It's all a hep-cat holiday, man. That I should be seeing it now while am nowhere near any of the locations is even more surreal. They had 10,000 Maniacs on last night in a very appropriate way.
--And is there a place to get pasta with vodka sauce in this 'burg? In Bing, I used to get it at the Lost Dog Cafe and I began to like it every once in awhile. The Lost Dog also had a really good chicken muffaletta as well as profiteroles. A nice mix of ice cream, raspberry/choc. sauce and flaky pastry.
--Watched Swingtown last night and began freaking when they brought out the pudding packs and realized that one of the women was wearing a shirt my mother had. (Not one of the swingers, the more strait-laced one.) Am torn about the clothing and the music and well, the swinging. I was alive in the '70s and I don't remember all of the hits lining up so well on the radio. Though i was probably not listening to the usual stuff anyway. That is my main beef about shows that reduplicate the past soundtracks as filled with all of the hits and none of the duds or something from another generation. Well, it's a rant that I've done before, so will not rehash it now.
--And Happy Days is such an odd, odd show. Such a weird mix of comic stuff and unexpected seriousity. Supposedly, Happy Days the musical is coming to Gammage this tour. I am deeply scared and might want to go to see what it us with that. Not to spend a lot for, though.
--Well, I'm going to get something to eat and call it a day.
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